The Alpha’s Bastard Bride
My huge frame bends over toward the floor rugs, as if dropping my height could somehow ease the indescribable, burning pain ripping through my vital organs.
My knees drop into a single-legged squat right on the floorboards in front of their tiny boots, my yellow eyes scanning every single inch of their small brows, their blue eyes, their small faces, their little noses, and their curved lips. My gaze does not miss a single millimeter of their flesh. With my massive hands trembling violently, my fingers reach out through the air to touch their wet cheeks. However, when my big palm hangs mid-air between our bodies, my claws freeze, and I don't dare to lay a finger on their soft skin.
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